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exsiliumlogs2013-05-23 02:53 pm
motherofnemesis) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-05-23 02:53 pm
[open] you've got to stop lying still because this is no kind of life
Date & Time: May 21st-31st
Location: group housing, the memorial set up in the garden, the rooftops at night, anywhere else you would like
Characters: Max & ANYONE
Summary: Well that sucked, raise your hand if you agree and just want to chill out.
Warnings: references to past violence
o1. home. 21st.
[ She lingers down in the lobby of the housing for a while, too unsettled to willingly put herself in the same room with people she really doesn't want to mess up or if Tony's just gotten back with the relief that will be associated with that. So for a while she simply paces in the lobby, back and forth, but eventually she has to admit that her clothes are still bloody and she could really, really use a very hot shower and about 20 hours of sleep, and now before her head ceases to feel like it's filled with white noise and decides to actually react to everything that just happened and how many people died around her.
So she finishes up pacing, slings her coat over her shoulder and heads back up to the room. ]
o2. garden memorial.
[ In the moments over the next week that she vanishes, she can sometimes be found in the memorial Gwen has been working on setting up and the nearby garden. Weeding is easy, repetitive, and she's got enough to handle in her head with the increase in - charge she's come to recognize as the aftermath of a mission.
If sometimes she simply sits with her arms around her legs and forehead resting on her knees, tired and sore and with her own people to remember, well. There's rarely others around, after all. It's fine. ]
o3. nighttime rooftops.
[ She hasn't done this sort of work in a while, and the crime levels in Exsilium really aren't that high. Frankly it's a little ridiculous that she keeps roaming the streets at night in the vain hope of finding some sort of situation she can fix, especially since she can't even be bothered to wear some sort of costume. She just would really like to fix things, a little, instead of just maintain a sort of terrible average.
Sometimes she really does miss this. ]
o4. anywhere.
[ There's a lot of wandering, going on. Sometimes she's in the training room, though her time there is short and she's careful to stay in corners and out of the main lines of sight since Kara and Lee clearly know where this is. She spends a fair amount of time in Tony's workshop, building new and improved ways to damage the United Earth soldiers because she needs to. And sometimes she's just moving, restless and uncertain of what she's doing but knowing that she can't be still. ]
[ ooc: permissions are here for empathy things, which could be a good idea since it's currently in the process of leveling up! there's a strong chance of tags becoming sporadic in the next few weeks again, but i will backtag everything forever. ]
Location: group housing, the memorial set up in the garden, the rooftops at night, anywhere else you would like
Characters: Max & ANYONE
Summary: Well that sucked, raise your hand if you agree and just want to chill out.
Warnings: references to past violence
o1. home. 21st.
[ She lingers down in the lobby of the housing for a while, too unsettled to willingly put herself in the same room with people she really doesn't want to mess up or if Tony's just gotten back with the relief that will be associated with that. So for a while she simply paces in the lobby, back and forth, but eventually she has to admit that her clothes are still bloody and she could really, really use a very hot shower and about 20 hours of sleep, and now before her head ceases to feel like it's filled with white noise and decides to actually react to everything that just happened and how many people died around her.
So she finishes up pacing, slings her coat over her shoulder and heads back up to the room. ]
o2. garden memorial.
[ In the moments over the next week that she vanishes, she can sometimes be found in the memorial Gwen has been working on setting up and the nearby garden. Weeding is easy, repetitive, and she's got enough to handle in her head with the increase in - charge she's come to recognize as the aftermath of a mission.
If sometimes she simply sits with her arms around her legs and forehead resting on her knees, tired and sore and with her own people to remember, well. There's rarely others around, after all. It's fine. ]
o3. nighttime rooftops.
[ She hasn't done this sort of work in a while, and the crime levels in Exsilium really aren't that high. Frankly it's a little ridiculous that she keeps roaming the streets at night in the vain hope of finding some sort of situation she can fix, especially since she can't even be bothered to wear some sort of costume. She just would really like to fix things, a little, instead of just maintain a sort of terrible average.
Sometimes she really does miss this. ]
o4. anywhere.
[ There's a lot of wandering, going on. Sometimes she's in the training room, though her time there is short and she's careful to stay in corners and out of the main lines of sight since Kara and Lee clearly know where this is. She spends a fair amount of time in Tony's workshop, building new and improved ways to damage the United Earth soldiers because she needs to. And sometimes she's just moving, restless and uncertain of what she's doing but knowing that she can't be still. ]
[ ooc: permissions are here for empathy things, which could be a good idea since it's currently in the process of leveling up! there's a strong chance of tags becoming sporadic in the next few weeks again, but i will backtag everything forever. ]
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[He shrugs a little.]
Same reason we're here - saving the world.
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It's never easy. But that doesn't mean it can't or shouldn't be done.
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Yeah. [But he sounds tired. Sad. No war won without a price, after all]
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I hear victory's not always easy.
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[Said telepath is too lost in his own feelings and memories to be poking around. Also it's rude and several women he respects a great deal would smack him if he contemplated it and they were here]
Never is. Even a 'clean' victory - most of the time, there's still blood on your hands afterwards. Makes working towards actual peace hard.
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Sounds about right. Figures it wouldn't get any easier once you win. Can't let things work out, after all.
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It really seems that way, sometimes. But I've seen the world inch it's way forward - it's never easy, but things change. Some even get better when they do.